it always started the same way seated next to the same two large men everything was the same and always as vivid as the first time it happened as vivid as the first time it happened eyes closed between these two large men, the smell of sweat in my nose. same baby crying always the same mother f*cking baby crying through the p*ss we hear the h*rn of an oncoming nightmare. there was not enough time. no one stood a chance. everyone saw it coming, oh god, the aftermath. metal ripped through their bodies not a woman or a child left it was carnage, oh god, the aftermath a sudden creek at the door. out came a man wearing and conductor hat, dead silent and shuffling about the room, there was this man with an evil look that came from this man’s red eyes. dead silent and shuffling about the room. he finds me standing alone amongst the dead. he tells me that violence is better when it is riddled with blood